I wonder what I'd be like
had you not smelled my
daddy issues like, like a
shark scents blood in
the water.
What kind of life I'd have
if you never whispered
obscenities down the
phone line into my fourteen
year old ears.
What I'd think about
love, and sex had I not
given up my virginity
in a one night stand
so you wouldn't
be disappointed.
Or even if I hadn't learned
from you that love, sex, and
the person you're fucking are
of no consequence so long as
I get mine.
It's no wonder that I
am terrified by love and
find sex to be hollow, and
have an overwhelming fear
of abandonment.
No, really.
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